Mad Sk**z - Street Rules lyrics

[Mad Sk**z] Yeah Yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do KnowhatI'msayin? To get that cream, knahmean? [Chorus: repeat 2X] The streets don't care who you are And those who fake jacks son they never get far [Mad Sk**z] Yo, where I reside fake n***az run and hide (what?) The streets be wicked, keep that biscuit by yo' side What the f**? Who the next crew to get run amuck? It's all real over here, on the streets you get stuck for fakin jacks don't max cause the block stay hot Watch your back for the jeal' n***az tryin to get what you got (true) Count your dough slow, never flash your ends Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends Commit your sins (right) confess on your own time kid Never think that you too nice to do a f**in bid Don't nobody but you want to see, you gettin bigger (uh-huh) So for every loyal n***a (what?) it's two spoiled n***az (true) Midnight to six cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh) Fulfullin cream dreams, takin n***az out the mix Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew But watch yo' back n***a (why?) because the streets don't have to [Chorus] - 2X [Mad Sk**z] Yo, f** gettin high, I need high dough And when you high all you seein is yo' money movin slow So scratch the itch, don't slip and don't snitch Leavin? c'mon, this ain't "Superfly" b**h Ask black, the kid with the wide-body Ac' Put a freeze on your cheese and you're workin 'til he stack Nuff bills to chill, sniff lines and sh** 'til some n***az hit crib on some tec-9 sh** I numb gums like coke when you take a taste You in the wrong motherf**in place tryin to be Scarface n***az be schemin and slippin on Henny demon Tryin to outlast the next a**, cash got him fiendin to rock on the wrong blocks and don't know the tactics In God we trust, mad deep like Sounds of Blackness Locked in the rule of no sharin, it might seem I'm selfish but I'm for delf I can't spend whipped cream [Chorus] - 2X [Mad Sk**z] Break it down The man is so hot n***az is catchin suntans Makin plans to jam after they bag up this next gram Brothers gettin laced, I caught a new case But if they want me, they got to k** me twice like Screwface Excess players I got no time for rest man Keep that dough flowin, motherfu*k owin the next man Neighborhood villain, hoodie glock no smile When I see you it's gon' be, executioner style What n***a? Check the stee', yeah you know how it get Out here some ol' (?) Columbian blindfold sh** (true) Dou-ble go to club chill drink holder (uhh) Discrete down to low cabbage gettin street soldiers (hah) Duckin guys 'til heads recognize the real Lettin lead fly, but instead I maintain and chill (uh-huh) You know the deal, kids get ill don't sleep You get your card pulled quick f**in around in these streets [Chorus] - 4X Yeah, you know how we do Big shout to everybody I ain't mad at ya, do your thing, why'knahmean? Northside, Southside, Eastern, Western n***az gotta win